Чувства [Chuvstva] [English translation]

I've been beating my forehead against the bottom of heavens and was falling into the black holes

And the dark forest was my friend, as were reserved reptiles

And I've been walking, among fire squeezing my hands 'til they crunch

And all I had with me is -

Here's your feelings! It is the reason of any kind of art

We are wounded by sadness! But I see hope somewhere at the bottom of our eyes

There are borders, pages, tops and the catacombs between us

It's time to love, not time to drop bombs

I've been lying near the ocean, and stars were beating me in the gut

I remembered all of the centuries and countries, squeezing eternity in no time

And all of the wounds were fatal, I've been exchanging it for a poem -

It was about you, however strange it might be

Here's your feelings! It is the reason of any kind of art

We are wounded by sadness! But I see hope somewhere at the bottom of our eyes

There are borders, pages, tops and the catacombs between us

It's time to love, not time to drop bombs

Here's your feelings! It is the reason of any kind of art

We are wounded by sadness! But I see hope somewhere at the bottom of our eyes

There are borders, pages, tops and the catacombs between us

It's time to love, not time to drop bombs

Feelings, it is the reason of any kind of art

We are wounded by sadness! But I see hope somewhere at the bottom of our eyes

There are borders, pages, tops and the catacombs between us

It's time to love, not time to drop bombs

• Artist:Animal Jazz
• Album:Время любить